Keep looking.

Quickly you look around trying to find anything else you missed. You try in vain to get into the many locked cases, to no avail. You are just about to give up and try your luck with the guards, clutching the gun tightly, when you spot something promising. “Works in the movies.” You whisper as you turn your attention to the air vent in the wall, while it is small, you are pretty sure you could fit. Using your reinforced nails, you make quick work of the screws holding it in place. Slipping inside you toss the screws into the vent so they won't be noticed, then pull the grate back over the hole. With a little work you are able to wedge the little knife in the edge and the grate stays put. It is filthy and tight, but you are able to work your way along till you find a junction that goes up, down, or continues. You listen closely and can only hear talking from the passage in front of you, and down seems a really bad idea as it would put you in a basement, so you take the only real option and go up.

Pushing against the walls you climb, trying your best to be quiet. Finally you reach another intersection, pulling yourself up you also find another grate. All you can hear beyond the grate is some rather loud music, so you just hope for the best, put your feet against it, and push. Putting your back into it, you push as hard as you can till finally with a clang it pops off. A couple of things happen the second you enter the room. Your computer comes to life and links up with a network letting you know that you are now in room 6, listed on duty as Venessa, who is now staring at you from her perch on a bed a few feet away. The look on her face tells you instantly that she is going to start screaming and running any second. “Wait, no, don't scream I won't hurt you.” You say quickly holding up your hands. Sadly this basically amounts to you pointing a creepy syringe and a gun at her. Her eyes widen further and you know your time is up. There is no way you are going to shoot this poor girl, but you don't want to be captured again either, “Fuck. Sorry.” You say as you move very fast, faster than you were expecting actually. Rising up you swing out your right hand catching her in the temple with the back of your hand, the added weight of the gun sends her sprawling back and out like a light. Climbing onto the bed you check her and are happy to see she is alive. “I'm sorry Venessa.” You say brushing her hair out of her face. A moment later and another problem presents itself. The network informs Venessa, and you, that she has a client on the way that has paid for oral, after which there isn't anything listed for another couple of hours. Which means you have exactly 95 seconds before someone wanting a blowjob walks through the door. Scanning the room you can see a dresser, wardrobe, bathroom, and a single small window that is open but bars outside block exit, unless of course you can get past them.